I’ve had to do a lot of bouncing around this week. I’ve also had car trouble and some wriitng on the side I need to get done, so there won’t be any new posts this week. However, I have gained more of a following the past couple months, and was just recently the newest featured blog on NEPA Blogs, and I’ve wanted to create a guide to access the best of blogs I have written since February 2015. Here is a list. I hope this post will encourage more readers to browse my archive for something they like.
Last Thursday around 3AM, my girlfriend, Danielle, and I went to the Emergency Room. We went because she was having a mental health crisis. We checked in and were quickly taken back to a room. So far we met two people, the receptionist and the nurse that escorts you to your room. These people were nice, and we wouldn’t encounter another nice person for hours. We were put in your standard emergency room quarters; one foam bed, one uncomfortable chair, a sink, a television, and a blue curtain for privacy. In ten minutes, a nurse came in. She took in everything Danielle said and wrote all key information in pen on her right hand. Several minutes later, a phlebotomist took Danielle’s blood while chatting with another coworker. She threw her gloves off but only one of the gloves made it to the garbage. The phlebotomist ignored this and left the room. Around 3:30-3:45, a doctor came in. He punched some info into a computer, rubbed his hand on Danielle’s shoulder, and said something along the lines of “We’ll get you patched up.” He informed us a crisis counselor will be in soon.
Today’s post is a mix of several things; I recently got into consistently watching movies, I just finished 11.22.63(both the Stephen King book and Hulu miniseries) and I just started The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway. Maybe it’s Hemingway’s trademark of leaving things out, A Theory of Omission, as suggested by a Hemingway scholar I scoffed at when I was young and edgy, or maybe I expect better from my visual media, because I’ll notice dialogue tropes that infuriate me. I’m only going to list a couple, but if anyone has other gripes be sure to comment them.
I’ve only posted about this at the bottom of a couple of recent articles, but two poems I wrote were published recently. You can check them out here! https://wordfountain.net/2016/07/01/john-devers-jr-summer-2016/
In a mall there’s a blink-or-you’ll-miss-it shop, wedged in between an always packed Auntie Anne’s and a vape lounge. The unprofessional sign reads Time Adventures. It seems that the store is run by one guy, who waits from open to close for a customer. Today, he got one.
I’ve never been much of a gamer. In gaming terms, I am what one would call a ‘casual’. I only play the popular games that come out and even then that totals to one or two games per year. And for the most part, Pokémon was never a big part of my childhood. I played the Game Boy games and even had some of the trading cards, but that was more of a Keeping-Up-With-The-Jones’ thing anyway. So unless you have been living under a rock or the only website you frequent is mine (Thanks Mom!), you probably know about Pokémon GO. It’s an augmented reality based game, using GPS and your cell phone’s camera, to immerse yourself in the world of Pokémon. I can already tell that sentence is going to be dated within the next 5 years, when Pokémon GO looks like Pong compared to what new augmented reality game comes out for the IPhone X. Welp, let’s dive in.
Plug! Two of my poems were featured in a local library’s literary magazine. This was my first publication. I will link it here. I hope you all check it out!
Scene: A house whose owner will not buy anything flamboyant. All white/chrome everything. From this we can deduce that this homeowner does not own pets.
At this writing I have been out of college for 18 months, and most of my classmates have settled into careers or jobs they hope turn into careers. That is commendable, considering how bleak the future seemed when we were handed those diplomas. To this, I congratulate all the people I know that found careers and I hope they never have to equate their job to pulling teeth, unless they’re a dentist. Alas, in this world we can’t have blind optimism without something realist (read: sad) and this weekly blog is no exception.
Hey Jan Fans,
Sorry for not posting the last couple weeks. Between work that pays me and the work I want to be paid for eventually, I haven’t been as attentive to the blog as I should be. I hope to be on my regular schedule now. So, without further ado, here’s a story about a cat.